The kiss that had happen the night before wouldn't get out of her mind. Technically, it was only one kiss, which had lasted for minutes that seemed like an eternity. After they had both broken away, gasping for air, she had looked once into his eyes, and walked out of Joe's. She had gotten lucky because a cab was already at the curb, letting someone out. She got into the cab and headed back to her hotel.
She replayed the kiss over and over in her mind during the cab ride and then the ride in the elevator up to her hotel room. After all the kisses she had had in the past few years, the empty kisses of Derek before their marriage officially feel apart and the kisses from Mark that just never really seemed "earth shattering", the kiss from Alex had been mind numbing-earth shattering-"God, I want to call my best friend and tell her about this kiss"-creating a fire within-going down in the history books-kind-of kiss.
Once she got into her room, she took off her coat and sat on the bed. She didn't do anything, but sit on the bed and continue to reminisce. She outlined her lips with her finger, wanting to feel where Alex's lips had been a mere 10 minutes before. Addison laid back on her bed and shut her eyes.
Across Town
Alex sat there, stating into his empty beer bottle. He was fully aware of what just happened, but it still felt like it hadn't happened. He had kissed Addison. Addison had kissed him. They had kissed, felt each other's soft, warm tongues, and basically swapped spit. He threw down money on the bar for his beer and walked out. He had to walk back to the hospital to get his car and while he walked, he replayed the kiss in his mind; over and over again.
The people at the hospital all thought he was a world-class asshole, but no one really knew the real him. In college, he had fucked around his freshmen year, and then he took Human Biology his sophomore year and his world changed. He started thinking about med-school and started to turn his life around. So for the last 3 years of under-grad and then the 4 years of med-school, he didn't have time to fuck around. He studied and studied and studied. He never dated and very rarely went to any type of typical college social functions. In the past 7 years, he had had sex with 3 girls. The girlfriend he had at the beginning of sophomore year that had dumped him because he studied too much, the girl during his third year in med-school who studied with him and sometimes their anatomy study sessions had gotten out of hand, and then Izzy. He wasn't a womanizing prick everyone thought he was; he actually cared about women and now, one woman in particular.
Alex drove home and walked into his tiny apartment. When he was searching for places to rent before moving to Seattle, he went with the one that had the cheapest rent. He knew that being an intern meant long, grueling hours. He knew he would rarely be home, and when he was, he was going to be sleeping. He walked to his fridge, and pulled out a beer. He sat on his thrift-store bought couch and took a sip of beer.
That red hair, those eyes that seemed so hurt, so lost, and those soft, luscious lips…his mind couldn't think of anything else. He outlined his lips with his tongue, wanting to feel where Addison's lips had been a mere 20 minutes before. Alex stretched out on the couch and shut his eyes.